Jason leaned back against the chair, his fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the polished table. Across from him kneeled a man who exuded unease, his eyes darting around as though searching for an escape that didn’t exist. But there was nothing for him in this place. Only the face of a man that he could only see to be a battle demon.
And that battle demon was currently staring at him with eyes that were currently looking at him like he was a dead man walking. This calm, apathetic deanour only added to Mr Grey’s growing anxiety.
"So," Jason said, his voice soft but deliberate, "shall we settle this matter?"
The man frowned, his brows knitting together. "What’s there to settle? I told you, I can’t just... do this. It’s not about the money, alright? It’s my heart… I can’t move on from this."
His tone was defensive, almost pleading, but Jason’s expression remained unreadable. Mr Grey was going to fight this with all his might though. He could not allow Jason to interfere with him in any way he could. He was never going to let Jason win!
This was his money! His and nobody else’s!
Jason tilted his head slightly, as though considering the man’s words. "Your heart?" he echoed, letting the phrase linger in the air before he continued. "Let’s not complicate this. You’re a criminal, sure. But even criminals have accounts that can be traced, don’t they?"
The man’s eyes widened slightly. Of course, he was a criminal. But that did not an anything did it? What was this bastard trying to do? "What are you getting at?"
Jason leaned forward, the intensity in his gaze making the man flinch. "You can’t take what you’ve stolen to the market. But you can give the shares. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I want those shares. Now."
The man hesitated, his lips parting as though he was about to protest. Jason didn’t let him. He raised a hand, silencing him effortlessly. "Enough with the excuses. The shares and the bank account. Now. Or… We can deal with this in another way…"
Jason leaned back, an evil smirk coming to him as the three Goons stood behind him with unconscious bodies lying everywhere around. The woman he had been trying to lay his hands on was standing behind him, wrapping her hands around his neck and looking at him in hatred.
"I heard you like rape? That is interesting to … See, rape is a sadistic behaviour all about control. Rapists love the feeling of taking control from soone, especially from won, and this is probably because when they were younger, they had a female figure, probably their mother, who took away control from them…"
Jason then leaned forward, looking down at the man who was kneeling like he was a piece of dirt. "I think I understand what you need. You need to have that happen to you. Maybe you should get raped… Just to feel what it’s like again to have control taken away from you. What do you think about that?"
"What? No… I don’t need sothing like—"
"You can see it already, can’t you? Being held down and stretched open! You can already imagine soone fucking you, making you the bitch you are, the disgusting piece of dirt you are. I have a friend who can take care of you… He’s very gifted. In every way, you can imagine… You seem... plump. I’m sure he’d love to manhandle you. I have his number, maybe I should-"
"Stop, stop stop!! Please stop" the man said, looking at Jason in fear. Looking into those eyes, the man understood now.
This wasn’t just a demand, it was a command, delivered with such precision and authority that it left no room for argunt. The threat was just a cherry on top to make him comply. Jason ant every word he was saying. Sothing was terrifying about the way he was speaking. He couldn’t even imagine ever standing against this man.
Jason’s tone shifted subtly, layering his words with a rhythm that disard the man’s defences. He spoke with conviction, anchoring his statents in a way that made them feel undeniable.
Jason mirrored the man’s initial hesitation before leading him to a desired conclusion, imagining the worst-case scenario possible and when he did it was also at that mont that Jason had him in a chokehold. This created a psychological alignnt that made compliance feel natural.
The man swallowed hard, nodding slowly. It seed he had no choice. He reached into his bag and pulled out a tablet, his fingers trembling as he transferred the money he had in his savings and investnts and cleared his bank account, transferring the funds to so Crypto Wallet that Jason had quickly set up on his phone.
Jason watched silently, his piercing gaze never leaving the man’s face. That was until a blue panel flashed next to him.
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|| Master Programr System || Stats | Missions | Items | Store |
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Congratulations on completing the hidden mission: Convince A Greedy Fuck to Give to Charity. As a reward, you have received the following:
—> 30 MC
Well Done. Keep working hard and one day you will truly beco a Master Programr.
Your Current Missions:
—> Make your Sexy Boss Fall For You (43% done)
—> Take Revenge on the Grumpy Middle-Aged Landlord (31% done)
—> Build a Syndicate! (10% done)
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| Master Programr System || Stats || Missions | Items | Store |
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Na: Jason Cross
MC (Master Coins): 400
Level: 22
Stats: (No Change)
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The power resided in the gaze. Jason had been sitting there, simply observing—a seemingly natural act. Yet, the unwavering intensity of his stare held a profound impact that would eternally influence the man. It was as if the re act of being watched compelled him to comport himself.
These sa eyes that had delivered that terrifying prospect of him either getting brutally hit, or brutally abused, were now watching him, and every ti he turned his head up he would see tha sa eyes and wonder if he would get that sa experience once again, and when he did, he would behave.
When the transfer was done, Jason glanced at the screen. Four million dollars and a bit more. His lips curved into a faint smile as he pocketed his phone. "Well done," he said, his voice laced with approval.
"Now, let’s part ways. I hope I will never see you again. I’m sure you hope for the sa thing. If I do see you, or maybe I see your n… I will know. And If I know, I will co for you. Next ti there won’t be four n you have to deal with. Only one. The one you don’t want to see. I’m not talking about , either. I’m talking about the one that will have you slurping his cock like so greedy slut. I’m sure you understand."
The man looked at him in disbelief. "You’re just... leaving? After taking everything from ? This is everything I have! Please! Just leave sothing!"
"I’m sure you have enemies coming for you. But I’m sure you also have friends. Don’t worry, you’ll survive as long as you make sure to not be stupid. Just do not let see you ever again," Jason said with a sick smirk as he stood up.
As he stood, Jason motioned to Isabella, who had been standing silently behind him. "Let’s go." As Jason and Isabella left, Marcus, Mousa and Marek left after them, their heads held high as they followed Jason.
This was the most exciting night they had ever had in their lives!
They witnessed a single man confront more than thirty individuals, and to their astonishnt, he completely overpowered them. Following that, the sa man boldly extorted a prominent gangster who owned a large casino, which made over a million annually, seizing all of his possessions. It was astounding!
Jason, who was currently holding Isabella, turned to the three and asked them, "Do you guys have Crypto Wallets? If not, make them quickly so that I can give you guys treats."
What?
The n exchanged uncertain glances. "Paynt?" Marcus asked, incredulous. He had been a bit greedy for it, but he had not expected it. After all, they had stolen from him before. And there they stood, gazing at him in astonishnt, wondering why on earth Jason was handing them money.
He had done most of the work, and gotten most of the results, and yet he was still giving them money for so reason. Why?!
Jason shrugged. "Consider it an investnt. I told you before, right? Follow , and you stand to gain the world. Well, I ant what I said. You will never have to look elsewhere as long as you follow . I know you guys don’t have faith in . But that’s easy to build over ti."
The n were confused, but when Marek began fiddling with his phone, showing Jason the QR code which Jason scanned and quickly sent over 30,000 dollars, the others found themselves confused.
What the hell? Did he an what he said? How insane!
That was more money than they had ever had in their lives. The others were quick on the uptake and soon enough, Jason had sent over everything to everyone, giving Mousa 30,000 and Marcus 40,000 dollars.
This was a slight deviation, simple but effective. He was setting up a hierarchy just like that. "Marcus, I’ll call you when I need you. For now, enjoy the night. Don’t say anything about what happened. And don’t do anything stupid."
Marcus nodded, his eyes having turned from the earlier fear, annoyance and reluctance from an hour ago, to the reverence and idolisation that he was feeling now. Jason wanted to laugh but he held himself back.
After giving them the money, he told them to leave and then turning to Isabella, who had practically plastered herself to Jason’s side, they smiled. "We’ll see you, boss!"
"Yeah, call us anyti! We’re willing to do anything for you, boss!"
These guys were so loyal… If Isabella knew that Jason had been beating them and ntally torturing them this whole ti, what would she think?
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